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There are two more Frozen characters that will appear in the show, and one who will not that have been added. Plus two characters who may or may not be added. Plus,.the Big Bad will be revealed later, plus another twist,
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The usual disclaimers.
David Nolan was not a meteorologist, not by a long shot. But one thing did not make sense. Well, outside of a monumental blizzard storming through Storybrooke in the middle of July: blizzard conditions do not just go away in 10 minutes, and leave a sunny, attempting-to-warm-in-late-morning day.
But David knew one thing, this is Storybrooke. Strange things happen. Besides, if the warming conditions help to melt the snow, the plowing should be a breeze. Just another day in crazy town he thought.
Meanwhile Regina and Emma were trying to figure the young woman they found in the corner of the cavernous barn out. All they knew that she was blonde, attractive, probably in her early 20's, scared. They knew her name was Elsa. And that neither woman had ever seen her before today.
The two older women were also trying to comprehend what the young lady told them, that they were her parents. Parents. Putting aside for a second certain obvious biological facts, at this point Regina still resented Emma's acknowledgedly innocent gesture that split apart what Regina felt was her last chance at happiness by returning from the past with her lover's supposedly dead wife. So even if they were man and woman, creating a baby right now would be the last thing in either woman's mind.
Then there was this girl's stability. Emma's famed "superpower" could not detect any prevarications on the young girl's part.
What was noticeable in the last few moments was a change in this..Elsa. She seemed like she was fighting something...illness...maybe hunger.
And when the young girl fell in of the Sheriff and the Mayor, the both knew they needed back up.
"Mary Margaret!"
Snow White rushed to the scene in the corner. Ever since the first curse broke, being called "Mary Margaret" had become sort of code for "there's someone here that's not supposed to be here."
And within seconds, she found that "someone" passed out on the barn floor, with Emma and Regina hover over her in deep concern. They explained that her name was Elsa, no last name, and that's all they knew...except for that one bit of info...
"...and she said that you two are her mothers?" Snow's level of belief in all this was pretty low...considering flying boys, flying monkeys, and the occasional Mayoral fireball were all pretty much a day at the office in Storybrooke..
"Yes, dear...and before you say it..."
"...don't even think about getting Gold into this..." Emma had pretty much finished Regina's sentence. Snow had been noticing the two doing that more and more...almost like she and David.
Nonetheless...
"I think she's just hungry and exhausted. Hospital's too far...," Regina noted. "We can take her to the mansion..."
"The apartment's closer," pointed out Emma. "We can get some food in her, then take her to the hospital."
Regina wanted to put up an argument, but somehow none came up. And the choice where to take the young girl did make sense. Still she could not get the claim that both she and Emma were her mothers. And yes, she was thinking what her son, Henry sometimes chants on some of his unguarded moments: "who's the daddy..?"
Things started happening quickly. David was called to help. Regina called Dr. Whale to meet them at the apartment. David called Leroy to see if he could round up some help with the plow. Happy and Tiny would make a nice extra days pay running that Caterpillar. Snow called home and told Zelena to heat up some of the leftover soup in the fridge and to ask Henry to help out. Emma called Tink to send out the cruiser.
When Tink got to the barn, the quartet helped Elsa into the cruiser. They all noticed how much warmer it was outside. What was Frostbite Falls a mere hour ago was now a battle between Maine snowpack and Florida heat. The heat seemed to be winning. Though plowable, the snow on the street was quickly turning into slush. As they travelled down the streets of town, some snowmen were bidding a quick and wet farewell to this trail of tears. And when they got to the apartment, steps that were coated in ice, were just simply wet and drying. Emma deadpanned as they led Elsa up the steps that Al Roker would have a field day here.
Elsa had regained consciousness by the time the sextet had entered the apartment. Whale was not there yet, but young Henry took the call and said he' be there in minutes. The smell of hot soup was intoxicating as it filled the air. Zelena pour cups of the chicken noodle broth in cups, placed on a plate and served them to the chilled six, who made sure Elsa got the first cup.
When Snow noticed how quiet things were, Henry mentioned that little Neal was upstairs sleeping away. It seems that Zelena has a way with kids that does not involve magic.
Elsa was definitely hungry: she consumed two cups of soup. She looked up at the smiling faces that surrounded her. She felt cared for. What the stranger didn't know was could she trust the feelings she was having that she was amongst family.
Emma started to introduce those people who were surrounding her. She already knew Regina, but there the woman with the short haircut, Mary Margaret, the strapping man next to her, David who was introduced as her husband, the pixie-ish young woman, Deputy T. R. Bell. She introduced the son she and Regina shared, Henry, who shook her hand like the fine young gentleman he was. They explained that Emma was the natural mother and Regina was the adoptive one, then asked if that's what she meant when Elsa said they both her "parents." "No adoption.," Elsa answered.
The young girl seemed too tired to answer any questions, and everyone else were too confused to ask, except Zelena who just rejoined the group after grabbing more hot soup. Regina offered a thousand pardons and introduced the redhead as her sister.
It was then that Elsa's face again little up like a little girl's on Christmas Day. "Aunt Zelena...?"
Zelena was taken aback. She was no one's aunt. She looked at her sister who was just as amazed as the witch.
An explanation at this point would be helpful.
At the same moment | Portland (ME) Police Department
The three young people sat opposite the detective, a balding, ruddy-faced man of middle age. The three were much younger: a blond woman, attractive, about 20, if that much, a tousled-haired man not much older, and another man, portlier and more Jack Black as opposed to the other two who looked like models for the Gap.
The scene had been played out a dozen times. You present the picture..a sketch, actually. No photos exist. You tell the nice policeman that it's your sister (true), she's missing (true) and that you have to find her because she has a condition (kind of true). He asks for your names (You tell them "We're Annie and Chris..." You're married. Your companion is Oliver Snow, BFF...). The policeman is kind...they always are. He goes and makes a copy, returns and hands you a duplicate.
You ask him about Storybrooke, it's supposed to be a small town that's close. He's never heard of it. he audibly asks the guys in the office. No one knows.
You throw out another name...Emma Swan. They look it up. Disappeared in Boston 9/2011. Reappeared 5/2012. Worked as a skip tracer. Has a record. Disappeared in New York City 10/2013. No trace. The officer asks what connection does this Swan woman have with your missing... "Sister, Elsa is my sister. I don't know, but we have a feeling she is connected."
The officer gives you a sympathetic look, tells you they will keep an eye out, and they'll keep you posted. The only thing missing is a pat on the head and a lollipop.
Last verse, same as the first. And the second. And the ninth.
The trio walk down the stairs onto Middle Street. There's a restaurant across from Police HQ. You walk across, go to the restaurant, walk in...you can take your seats immediately. You pick up the menus and wait.
"Another waste of time," said the portly Oliver, frustration obvious in his speech. It is obvious on the other two, really.
Ann sounds exasperated. "Well we could have just gone up and told the officer that my sister is missing, that she is Queen of Arondelle, and she probably caused the blizzard that hit here last year, that we come from another realm. and..." pointing at Oliver, "...oh, by the way, you're a snowman!" The sarcasm from the young woman now drips. "You know she told us they have things called straitjackets they put people in who talk like that!"
"Anna!" Chris cautioned.
"I'm sorry, Kristoff," addressing the young man with his real name as he did with hers, frustration turning into tears. "All I know is that Elsa is in danger. Why did she decide to come here?"
"Family."
"Olaf.." Anna whispered to the larger man.
"She mentioned something about finding her parents before she...left."
"I know," replied Kristoff, "she told you about this place called Storybrooke and that her parents were there, Emma and Regina...I'm still trying to get my head around two women parents.
"Probably adoption," mumbled Anna. "Besides, I don't that we're talking about that Regina."
"The Evil Queen of Storybrooke. Not to mention her best friend. The one who was hired to kill Anna in the first place." Kristoff's anger was starting to build, at least until Olaf mentioned that the woman in question allowed her to escape, not to mention leaving this. Olaf handed the other two a piece of paper with writing. As they read the paper, their faces started to look like two people who just discovered discovered the six winning numbers to the lotto.
Then Anna looked at Olaf in astonishment. "You had this all the time?"
"I tried to get your attention...I guess no one listens to a snowman."
Both Anna and Kristoff looked embarrassed. Then the blonde woman looked at her scruffy friend. "Now I'm listening." Then her excitement started to build. "Yes I. Am. Listening!"
And with that, Anna suggested that whatever they were ordering they'd make take out. Then again looking at that piece of paper, Anna exclaimed, I think we're going to Storybrooke!"
A half hour later, the three sprinted from the restaurant, mysterious paper and food in hand, and towards the rented Dodge Dart. They climbed in and sped off. Observing in a black Volvo S80. The man was young, handsome, with dark hair, clean shaven. The woman was older, blonde, attractive but severe-looking. Both smiled as they saw the white Dart proceed down the street, and they began to follow.
In the center of the car were three drawings. One of Elsa. Another of the person known as the best friend of the Evil Queen. The third was a picture of the queens best friend. All three had blood-red X's covering their drawings.
To Be Continued.